Sons of God's Generals: Unlocking the Power of Godly Inheritance by Joshua Frost Page A

waiting, no one more important. He showed me, just off the throne room, one of my playrooms from a particularly lonely time as a child. I saw all my specific toys in there that I hadn’t seen in years. As I looked in from the doorway, I did not want to enter. I did not want to revisit that pain. He said to me, “But you don’t understand. I played with you in here. When you thought you were so alone, I was here. This is such a precious room to Me.” My heart was healed.
    I then asked Him if we could go back to the throne room. I wanted to see it again. Again, only Him! I asked the Lord, “Was this amazing revelation just for me, or for others too?”
    He said to me, “Go and tell them—I am their reward, it’s all about Me.”
    I had never wanted “ministry” and all that this word had come to mean. Now it was all different. It wasn’t about others. It wasn’t about the different measuring sticks of success or, for that matter, failure. It wasn’t about pleasing them. It wasn’t about being afraid of them. It was about Him! From that moment on, I have been profoundly changed from the inside out. I decided that day I would do whatever He asked of me—even full-time ministry.
Restoration
    As a pastor for almost 14 years now, a parent for over 30, and a daughter for 50, I have come to believe that we all have sad stories. We are all heroes for surviving. It’s more about whether we take those stories and choose life, choose God in them. It’s more about whether we are willing to forgive the wrongs done to us, more about taking responsibility and repenting for the wrongs we do to others. It’s more about relationship than anything else.
    In my family—and I believe in all families, really—there has been a war. We are all casualties to some extent. Our family—my dad, Carol, myself, siblings, our children—a few years ago all came to the same place; we wanted our family fully restored. In many ways, and for many reasons, we had some significant places of distance. Now all adults, we began to take responsibility for improving our relationships with each other. In our case as a family, there was divorce—my parents, but also my own—which affected relationships. There was distance, living in four different countries. There was also “the ministry” leaving little time for normal family stuff. We don’t very often just get to hang out together. We all have busy lives, some of us in ministry, other people wanting our time, etc. (When Jackie, my youngest, got married almost three years ago, for instance, I know Carol wanted to be so much more involved with all the pre-planning stuff, but sadly, was busy traveling with ministry.)
    Our family—as individuals, but also as a unit—has definitely paid a price for the last 20 years, especially, of worldwide ministry. We now try to plan more family events—schedule in, because we want to, time with each other. God’s work is so important—whether our mission field is church leading, conferences, feeding the poor, school teaching, or secular jobs—but so is our family, the ones He first wants us to bless.
My Father’s Blessing
    One of the things that I
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respect my dad for—I can’t even say how much—is his willingness to continue to improve the relationship issues that have needed it, even now, with us, with me. More than anyone I know, he endeavors to live what he preaches. Declaring and imparting the Father’s blessing is such a wonderful and powerful anointing on his life, obviously affecting millions, but it has also affected me. Dad’s 70th birthday party earmarked this event for me, for all of us. He flew us all home (Toronto) for Christmas and his birthday. For each of us present, he went around the table, eldest to youngest, and blessed us, endorsing and blessing our strengths and callings. He told each of us how much he loved us and how proud he was.
    My dad has received the Father’s blessing in his own heart and then chose to pass on his